tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post7360226698955384641..comments2024-01-08T08:43:29.509+10:30Comments on roslyn ross - small stones and other poems: To my fatherRoslyn Rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-12055485633500980982012-03-03T16:26:43.872+10:302012-03-03T16:26:43.872+10:30Thanks AC. Ah yes, the best he was and the most I ...Thanks AC. Ah yes, the best he was and the most I saw was during three years when my mother was in and out of hospital with a nervous breakdown, sadly not her last, when I was a child - he was wonderful looking after the four of us, with my help - but it did not last. He died quite young - 55 - our relationship was always very complex but better in the few years before he died.Roslyn Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15700960108357035957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7310561639547971922.post-31660409613467348202012-03-03T11:56:24.738+10:302012-03-03T11:56:24.738+10:30What a beautiful poem/story Roslyn. I can only im...What a beautiful poem/story Roslyn. I can only imagine the grief and loss which would have been experienced by all concerned. The pain and despair are palpable. 'I glimpsed on rare occasions, the man you might have been'. - There must have been an element of bitter-sweetness during these times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com